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Cream My Pussy, Stepdaddy 4

The drive up to the cabin was two hours of pure torture dressed as foreplay. Andrew kept one hand on the wheel and the other between my thighs the entire time. I’d worn a sundress with nothing underneath, just like he’d asked. Every time we passed another car on the highway, he’d push two thick fingers deeper into my soaked pussy and tell me to stay quiet. I bit my lip so hard it bled at one point, grinding down on his hand while the trucker in the next lane stared a little too long. By the time we pulled onto the dirt road, I was shaking, the leather seat beneath me slick. Andrew killed the engine in front of a small, weathered cabin nestled between pines. No other houses in sight. Just birds and wind and the heavy promise of uninterrupted days. He didn’t even let me grab my bag. The second the front door slammed shut behind us, he had me bent over the rough wooden kitchen table, dress rucked up around my waist. No warm-up. He freed his cock and drove into me in one brutal thrust,

Cream my pussy, Stepdaddy 5

I woke up to the smell of rain-soaked pine and coffee. The storm had eased into a steady drizzle that drummed softly against the cabin roof, turning the world outside into a watercolor blur of green and gray. Andrew wasn’t in bed. I stretched, feeling the pleasant ache in my muscles and the deeper, sweeter soreness between my legs. My body was covered in faint marks—fingerprints on my hips, a bite on the inside of my thigh, dried cum flaking on my stomach from when he’d pulled out and finished on me in the middle of the night. I found him in the kitchen, shirtless in low-slung sweatpants, pouring two mugs. The sight of him—broad shoulders, the cut of muscle along his back, the way his hair was still messy from my hands—sent a fresh wave of heat through me. He turned when I padded in, wearing nothing but his flannel shirt from yesterday, unbuttoned and slipping off one shoulder. “Morning,” he said, voice still rough with sleep. His eyes dragged down my body slowly, appreciatively. No

Cream my pussy, Stepdaddy 6

The last two days at the cabin felt like we were stealing time from the universe itself. Every hour bled into the next in a haze of skin, sweat, moans, and the sharp bite of reality creeping closer. Thursday loomed like a storm on the horizon, but we refused to acknowledge it until we had to. Instead, we burned through every fantasy we’d ever buried. Morning at the lake. Sunlight filtered through the pines as we hiked back to the secluded lake the next morning. I wore nothing but Andrew’s oversized t-shirt and hiking boots, my pussy still tender and leaking from the way he’d woken me up—face down, ass up, slow and deep while I was half-asleep. The cool morning air teased my bare thighs with every step. At the water’s edge, he spread out a blanket. No words at first. He pulled the shirt over my head and laid me down on my back, the rough wool scratching pleasantly against my skin. Then he stripped and knelt between my legs, cock heavy and already leaking. “Spread for me,” he murmure

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"You sure you don't mind me kicking your ass again tonight?" Andrew asked with that easy grin of his as he shuffled the deck of cards between his long fingers. I dropped onto the couch right next to him, letting my bare thigh press against his. "Keep dreaming. Tonight I’m winning everything." It was just the two of us in the house. Mom had left for her business trip that morning, and the quiet felt different now. Heavier. Friday night stretched out in front of us with nothing but time. Andrew was twenty-nine, stupidly hot, and had always treated me like his favorite friend instead of his stepdaughter. At twenty-one, I was used to people assuming we were dating whenever he drove me to campus or we grabbed coffee together. I never corrected them. Telling my college friends the truth felt too shameful, too awkward. So I let them think whatever they wanted. Lately though, the lie had started feeling dangerous in a completely new way. Every time he laughed at something I said, or lea

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"You sure you don't mind me kicking your ass again tonight?" Andrew asked with that easy grin of his as he shuffled the deck of cards between his long fingers. I dropped onto the couch right next to him, letting my bare thigh press against his. "Keep dreaming. Tonight I’m winning everything." It was just the two of us in the house. Mom had left for her business trip that morning, and the quiet felt different now. Heavier. Friday night stretched out in front of us with nothing but time. Andrew was twenty-nine, stupidly hot, and had always treated me like his favorite friend instead of his stepdaughter. At twenty-one, I was used to people assuming we were dating whenever he drove me to campus or we grabbed coffee together. I never corrected them. Telling my college friends the truth felt too shameful, too awkward. So I let them think whatever they wanted. Lately though, the lie had started feeling dangerous in a completely new way. Every time he laughed at something I said, or lea

5

"You sure you don't mind me kicking your ass again tonight?" Andrew asked with that easy grin of his as he shuffled the deck of cards between his long fingers. I dropped onto the couch right next to him, letting my bare thigh press against his. "Keep dreaming. Tonight I’m winning everything." It was just the two of us in the house. Mom had left for her business trip that morning, and the quiet felt different now. Heavier. Friday night stretched out in front of us with nothing but time. Andrew was twenty-nine, stupidly hot, and had always treated me like his favorite friend instead of his stepdaughter. At twenty-one, I was used to people assuming we were dating whenever he drove me to campus or we grabbed coffee together. I never corrected them. Telling my college friends the truth felt too shameful, too awkward. So I let them think whatever they wanted. Lately though, the lie had started feeling dangerous in a completely new way. Every time he laughed at something I said, or lea

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"You sure you don't mind me kicking your ass again tonight?" Andrew asked with that easy grin of his as he shuffled the deck of cards between his long fingers. I dropped onto the couch right next to him, letting my bare thigh press against his. "Keep dreaming. Tonight I’m winning everything." It was just the two of us in the house. Mom had left for her business trip that morning, and the quiet felt different now. Heavier. Friday night stretched out in front of us with nothing but time. Andrew was twenty-nine, stupidly hot, and had always treated me like his favorite friend instead of his stepdaughter. At twenty-one, I was used to people assuming we were dating whenever he drove me to campus or we grabbed coffee together. I never corrected them. Telling my college friends the truth felt too shameful, too awkward. So I let them think whatever they wanted. Lately though, the lie had started feeling dangerous in a completely new way. Every time he laughed at something I said, or lea

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"You sure you don't mind me kicking your ass again tonight?" Andrew asked with that easy grin of his as he shuffled the deck of cards between his long fingers. I dropped onto the couch right next to him, letting my bare thigh press against his. "Keep dreaming. Tonight I’m winning everything." It was just the two of us in the house. Mom had left for her business trip that morning, and the quiet felt different now. Heavier. Friday night stretched out in front of us with nothing but time. Andrew was twenty-nine, stupidly hot, and had always treated me like his favorite friend instead of his stepdaughter. At twenty-one, I was used to people assuming we were dating whenever he drove me to campus or we grabbed coffee together. I never corrected them. Telling my college friends the truth felt too shameful, too awkward. So I let them think whatever they wanted. Lately though, the lie had started feeling dangerous in a completely new way. Every time he laughed at something I said, or lea

8

SAMANTHA I leaned my back against the wall, watching my Dad hurriedly packed up the files on his study inside a black briefcase. For the past 18 years of my life, I didn't know the nature of my Dad's job, he only told me he was working as an agent for an exclusive company and I had always seen him working on tons of files whenever he was around. That was all I know. Today was one of the days my Dad would get an urgent call from an unknown source and hurriedly packed a few things from his office and leave; he would definitely come back after a month or two and I was already used to him been away for a couple of weeks, leaving me alone in our not-so-big house. “Dad,” I called out, moved away from the wall and walked up to him. “Can’t you stay for breakfast before leaving?” I whined, hoping Dad would at least slow down on the packing and have breakfast with me. I was rather disappointed when Dad didn't spare me a glance. He stretched out his hand, glanced down at his wristwatch and

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SAMANTHA I leaned my back against the wall, watching my Dad hurriedly packed up the files on his study inside a black briefcase. For the past 18 years of my life, I didn't know the nature of my Dad's job, he only told me he was working as an agent for an exclusive company and I had always seen him working on tons of files whenever he was around. That was all I know. Today was one of the days my Dad would get an urgent call from an unknown source and hurriedly packed a few things from his office and leave; he would definitely come back after a month or two and I was already used to him been away for a couple of weeks, leaving me alone in our not-so-big house. “Dad,” I called out, moved away from the wall and walked up to him. “Can’t you stay for breakfast before leaving?” I whined, hoping Dad would at least slow down on the packing and have breakfast with me. I was rather disappointed when Dad didn't spare me a glance. He stretched out his hand, glanced down at his wristwatch and

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